Irinarhov was gone from Ippolit's side before he could ask what he was being thanked for.
He left solid tracks. Rakitin's interest was piqued. He'd never heard of one so astonishingly resilient.
The German was talking to Liadov with a smile that would have radiated genial insincerity from fifty meters. It was obviously a private conversation. Rakitin kept a discreet distance.
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Date: 2007-07-15 12:14 pm (UTC)He left solid tracks. Rakitin's interest was piqued. He'd never heard of one so astonishingly resilient.
The German was talking to Liadov with a smile that would have radiated genial insincerity from fifty meters. It was obviously a private conversation. Rakitin kept a discreet distance.